A Really Grand Event
The Great Event of the tiny hamlet was a Wedding. I could imagine the Main River in Germany, the apple trees, the hills in the village, the farms in the countryside and the cobblestone streets . (I had visited once, and the townsfolk had been warm and welcoming with piles of strawberry pie and whipped cream freshly made, filling us up to the brim with strong Kaffee and forcing upon us delicacies of all sorts! At the time they insisted my brother, Tyll, had a hollow leg and long sides, so he needed more to fill it up.)
Oma related to me Elsa always imagined her wedding magnificent from when she was young, and now that she would marry Herr von Busch, she would have a horse drawn carriage to the church, a fine dress, all the fancy trim and decorations, and the town would be remembering this for a LONG time!
Great-Gran-Papa would point out, "BUT it is the middle of the WINTER! You must consider this!"
Not her concern, Oma's sister continued her plans for a beautiful fairytale wedding, in which a walk to the altar with a long and flowing gown would follow her as commanded, and that was THAT.
I had met Tante Elsa a few times, and was always amazed that she disregarded reality and went her own way pulling us all along. Are there really some spirits that will not measure their steps to what is in the world with them already? They move, live and breathe, and expect, wait for the universe to turn around them? She visited her son and daughter (twins who later had families, one had 2 girls, the other had 4 boys). She intended them to change their schedules to accommadate hers when she came for visits. Would say things like, "Can't they be quiet when I am here?"
Her plans were final. Flowers had to be found, and in those days, hard to find, but they were sought out. The gown, likewise. The horse and carriage were readied, the church and festivities announced. All as planned. Elsa would have her Grand Event. The night before the wedding it snowed. Hard.
Great-Gran-Papa, "Elsa, Please forego the carriage! It is close, We can walk!"
No such thing: plans would be followed.
The talk forever will be of the near calamity when the horses could not get their footing, slipped on the hilly cobblestone, the carriage swaying side to side dangerously, tipping the bride and groom for the ride of their lives. Yes, An event to be remembered. Some say, "Shows how that marriage will go..."
"We know who has the last word in that family..." and "Hope he survives..."
And Tante Elsa was right, it is talked about 100 years later. Here I am writing about the Grand Event.
Oma related to me Elsa always imagined her wedding magnificent from when she was young, and now that she would marry Herr von Busch, she would have a horse drawn carriage to the church, a fine dress, all the fancy trim and decorations, and the town would be remembering this for a LONG time!
Great-Gran-Papa would point out, "BUT it is the middle of the WINTER! You must consider this!"
Not her concern, Oma's sister continued her plans for a beautiful fairytale wedding, in which a walk to the altar with a long and flowing gown would follow her as commanded, and that was THAT.
I had met Tante Elsa a few times, and was always amazed that she disregarded reality and went her own way pulling us all along. Are there really some spirits that will not measure their steps to what is in the world with them already? They move, live and breathe, and expect, wait for the universe to turn around them? She visited her son and daughter (twins who later had families, one had 2 girls, the other had 4 boys). She intended them to change their schedules to accommadate hers when she came for visits. Would say things like, "Can't they be quiet when I am here?"
Her plans were final. Flowers had to be found, and in those days, hard to find, but they were sought out. The gown, likewise. The horse and carriage were readied, the church and festivities announced. All as planned. Elsa would have her Grand Event. The night before the wedding it snowed. Hard.
Great-Gran-Papa, "Elsa, Please forego the carriage! It is close, We can walk!"
No such thing: plans would be followed.
The talk forever will be of the near calamity when the horses could not get their footing, slipped on the hilly cobblestone, the carriage swaying side to side dangerously, tipping the bride and groom for the ride of their lives. Yes, An event to be remembered. Some say, "Shows how that marriage will go..."
"We know who has the last word in that family..." and "Hope he survives..."
And Tante Elsa was right, it is talked about 100 years later. Here I am writing about the Grand Event.
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